Box

is it too late to be a boxer?

 

looked good punching the air, saw it

as if you had been there

admiring the form: fought

well nothing but won, by tk:

fucking killed him, his head

cold on the pavement, yes

 

to rid myself, of the hatred, love;

love love love love

 

i have been patient. will wait

always, more i suspect

you to be special, true

i know some day, me/you –

 

one super move will do,

to turn you over.

 

2.

ah, no i hid

under the stairs.

 

those guys are good

soldiers, high.

 

on spirits, death.

tearing the walls,

 

girls across

the table, boys!

 

too. broken,

this means

 

war.

 

22/1/16

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